White Hat SEO Service, India

Mother Teresa, the Angel Mercy passed away on 5th August, 1997. it was a great tragedy which left the whole world poorer. She was a divine figure full of love, care and sympathy for the poor, diseased, dead and dying. She carried the message of hope, care and love for all those who were orphan, destitute and diseased. She helped millions of leprosy-afflicted people, the lowly and the lost. She was really a universal mother who discovered richness of life in the service of humanity.

She was a prayer in action. a moving kindly light. She brought smiles and hope in the life of countless children abandoned on the heaps of dirt and rubbish. She saw God in every human being. She was filled with milk of human kindness and compassion. She was devoted to the service of the people in words, thoughts and deeds. Her compassion for all reminds us of Gautam Buddha. Her vision of kindness was very vast. It compassed the whole of the world. She never saw any distinction between man and man. She was a Christian but her religion was love and service. Such a religion is divine which does not see in terms of Christians, Hindus or Muslim. For her all were human beings, sons and daughters of the one Supreme God.

She was the first Indian woman to receive Nobel Peace Prize in1979. it was given to her in recognition of her great service to humanity. It was a proud day for India. She was given many other big honors. She was awarded Bharatan Ratna, the highest civilian award of India. She never wanted an award or honor, but they came to her as rivers come to the ocean. She was above these awards. By honoring her we actually honored humanity.

Because her long mission of service and charity she became a living legend.Wherever she went, she brought love, smiles and sun-shine. She inspired thousands of social workers and sisters of charity. She inspired thousands of social workers and sisters of charity. She filled them with a new hope, confidence and sens kof service to the poor.

She was born on 27th August, 1910 in Yugoslavia. Then her name was Agnes. She
Became a nun at the early age of 12 and joined the Irish Loreto Nuns. Later she became an Indian citizen, and worked in Kolkata. She was shocked to see the misery and suffering of the slum-dwellers in Kolkata. She decided to serve them asll. She started hospitals, dispensaries, shelters, hoes and schools for the llepers, dying, diseased and homeless children. Today her Missionaries of Charity has its branches all over the worked.

They all are engaged in the untiring service of the entire humanity. Under this institution there are clinics, hospital, dispensaries, asylums, shelters, homes, and schools.

She was very simple, sincere and loving. Her wants were simple and few like those of Mahatma Gandhi. She just aimed at keeping her body and soul together. She was a living example of care, service, lover and sympathy. The whole of India and the worked feel proud of her work, life and service.

She traveled all over the world. She carried the message of service and sympathy with her. Wherever she went she received honor, respect, love and welcome unlimited. Service was her only mission and motto. We wish there were a few more women like her.
She gave limitless care and love to the unwanted children and mothers. She gave limitless care and love to the unwanted children and mothers. She was an incarnation of kindness and mercy to all helpless and hopeless people. She was everywhere in the world with her service, love and sympathy.

It was holiday. The school was closed on account of Rama Navami. I had decided to pay a visit to my friend. He lived in lodhi colony in a government flat. I took my breakfast and reached the bus-stand. The very first bus was going to defence colony via lodhi colony. I was delighted. Moreover, it was not crowded. I boarded the bus. I did not buy a ticket because I had a student’s all route bus pass. I could travel anywhere I liked without buying a ticket.
I occupied a seat near window. It was reserved for ladies only. But then I did not notice it. Gradually there were more and more passengers. Soon it was overcrowded. I had to vacate the seat to give it to a lady with a baby. I got up and stood holding a bar above me. The bus driver often applied brakes roughly. There were jerks and jolts. I was feeling very uncomfortable. Once, I was about to fall down but I did not because of the crowd which pressed me from all sides. Somehow, I kept my cool and balance.
As soon as the bus reached lodhi colony I got down. I had to squeeze out. I felt great relief and moved with light steps. But soon I found that my pocket had been picked. Someone had stolen my purse which contained about 30 rupees, some change, bus pass and my identity card. It was in my inside coat pocket. It shocked me and I did not know what to do. Somehow, I recollected myself and moved towards my friend Arvind’s house. But I was anxious and worried.
I had to make much effort to ascend a long flight of stairs. My friend lived on the second floor. My steps became iron-heavy and the heart beat loudly. There were drops of sweat on my face. I was feeling thirsty and giddy. When I reached there, I rang the door bell twice, thrice and more but there was no response. Then I saw the door was locked from outside. There was nobody inside the house. I almost slumped down and squatted on the landing place before the door.
I had no money to pay for the fare to return home. Moreover, I wanted to have some drink immediately. These were sad moments. They looked like months in their heaviness and troublesomeness. I almost cursed my luck. There were tears in my eyes. Then suddenly I heard footsteps. Somebody was coming upstairs. I tried to recollect and calm down myself.
To my great relief and pleasant surprise it was my friend Arvind. He helped jme and took inside. I lay down on a sofa for a few minutes. My friend offered me a glass of water mixed with glucose. He comforted me and advised to forget the incident. He did everything possible to revive my spirits.
Soon I was my usual cheerful self. We enjoyed together talking and eating. In the meanwhile his mother returned. She felt sorry when the incident was narrated to her. But she told me comforting words and prepared a nice lunch for us. In the evening I returned home. Arvind came to the bus-stop to see me off. He gave me ten rupees which I returned him after a week. In my return journey I was very careful. This was really a sad day that I would like to forget.
To my great surprise, one day after ten days of the incident, I received and envelope by post. It was personally addressed to me. I opened it and found it contained my bus pass and the identity card. I thanked god, the pick pocket had some sense of decency to return these. However, it was a bitter experience which I would like to forget.

The child is the father of man. Childhood is the foundation of manhood. These are very important years. The impression and experiences of childhood are for ever. They mould and shape our life. It is the golden period of life. It is the best period without cares and worries. Then there are no distinctions of the rich and the poor, high and low castes. It is a kingdom full of fun, frolic, equality and innocence. Really we are close to God in our childhood.

The childhood cannot be forgotten. When I try to recall my childhood days, many memories comes rushing. They over whelm me with their intimacy, beauty and wonder. Some of them very much delight me, others make me thoughtful but a few of them make me sad.

Last Independence day I completed 15 years. I was born on 15th August. The day of our freedom and independence. I was born in the free India and on this red letter day. How free, playful and lovely were those days. I used to play and enjoy with boys and girls of my age. We played marbles, bat-ball, hide and seek and other games. Sometimes there was a quarrel among us but it was short lived. Again we were friends and played, shouted and pushed each other in sheer joy.

Festival days like Diwali, Holi etc. were the special days. Then there were so many so many and so much sweets. We enjoyed them for many days and did not eat our usual food. I used to fly kites. It gave me special pleasure. I stood on the big roof of our house and flew multi-coloured kites while my younger sister held the spool of string. They were the magic days.

In the evening I used to go to the nearby garden. It was a very big garden with many types of trees, plants and creepers. There we enjoyed swings, slides and played chasing one another. Once I stumbled against a big stone and was injured. I took me more than 15 days to recover. But soon I was my usual naughty boy playing, running and shouting with other children.

Many types of jugglers used to come to our street. The man with monkey often came there. He had a he monkey and she monkey. They showed many funny and strange tricks. Their pranks would send me into a fit of laughter. I also enjoyed the feats of the bear.

Once I had a bear-ride. My grandmother paid Rs. 5 to the master of the bear for this purpose. It was believed that riding a bear saved a child from black-eye and evil influences.

We often went on picnics and visited zoo. Buddha park and India gate were our favourite picnic spots. The photographs of those events in family albums send me back to those golden days. A visit to the zoo was really a fantastic experiences. There we saw many types of animals and birds. On returning home from there, I began to imitate some of them. I enjoyed roaring and pouncing like a lion. It delighted my sister the most. Then she would laugh and clap for a long time.

One incident I remember very particularly. There was kumbha Mela at Hardwar. My grand mother and father went to have a holy dip on this occasion. I accompanied them. We stayed in a camp on the banks of the holy river. It was very nice and enjoyable. There were huge crowds of men, women and children. Holy men, sadhus, nagas and others were there in thousands. They looked very strange and sometimes fearful. One day my grandmother took me for a holy dip in the ganga. But unfortunately, in the jostling crowd I got lost. I began to weep and sob. Then I was about six years of age. A volunteer picked me up in his lap. He gave some water to drink and sweets to eat. It comforted me to some extent. But still I was very much afraid.

He took me to the nearby police post. There was a lady police inspector. She was very nice. Fortunately, my father had put a card in my shirt pocket with my name and address written on it. It helped the police to restore me immediately to my parent. My grandmother was mad with weeping. She cursed herself and her fate. When I reached at the camp, she was overwhelmed with relief and pleasure. My father was no less happy. He immediately decided to distribute food worth Rs. 1000 among the poor and the needy the very nest day. It was and expression of gratitude to the mother ganga on my safe return. In those days it was a very big amount.

Many memories of childhood still haunt me. They come rushing and crowd my mind. Sometimes, I recreate the joys of the childhood in my imagination. As I grow in age, the memories of childhood become more precious, interesting and inspiring. I feel a great emotional attachment to them.

Though it is not easy to retain each and every experience of those early days. And yet many of them I can recollect with clarity of details. I am fond and proud of my earliest recollections. They are so varied colourful and wonderful. They fill me with simple joy and pleasure when I recall them. Whenever I see a child playing, I am sent back to my own childhood days.

Delhi is the third largest city of the country. It is also the capital of India. It is one of the most ancient cities of the world. Its history goes beyond the Mahabharat. It is a historical city. It has many famous historical monuments like the Red Fort, Purana Quila, India Gate, Jama Masjid, Birla Temple, Qutab Minar. Humayun’s Tomb, safderjung Tomb etc. They all are very interesting places and worth many visits. Visitors from all the parts of India and foreign countries came to visit them.

I have visited many of these historical places and monuments. But still a few remain unvisited. I have decided to see all of them one by one. Last Friday I visited Humayun’s Tomb. I had not seen it earlier. I chose Friday because on this day the entry is free and there is no ticket. I reached the place with my friend Abhishek. He is also my class fellow and lives in the same locality where I live. Luckily, it was a holiday and the school was closed.

We reached there by bus. We got down at Nizamuddin bus stop. From there the Tomb is within a walking distance. It is near Purana Quila on Mathura Road, and very near to Nizamuddin Aulia’s Dargah. We entered through a big gate. There were many visitors. Most of them were from foreign countries. We were delighted as there was not much crowd.

The Humayun’s, Tomb is a grand monument. It has been raised in the memory of Humayun, the Mughal king. He lies buried here. It is a fine and grand example of the Mughal architecture. Humayun’s widow got it built in 1574. It is a really one of the masterpieces of that period. It is a mixture of Indian and Persian styles.

The tomb is built on a huge and raised terrace. Built with red stand stones, it has double dome and octagonal base. Many other famous monuments including the Taj Mahal are its imitation. Around it are vast and lush green lawns. There are many types of big trees in the garden. In the garden are flowers, plants and stone benches to sit and rest. There are also water channels and fountains. But they were dry and fountains were not playing. Its high arches decorated with black marble look very majestic.

On each side of the tomb, there are long flights of stairs. They lead to the tomb on the terrace. From there one can have panoramic view in the north-east acrors the railway line. Besides Humayun, there are many other nobles and princes buried here. The last kind of Delhi, Bahadur Shah Zafar was captured here by the British in 1857.

A persion builder Mirak Mirza Ghiyath was its architect. Straight from here, near Jorbagh stands another monument, the Safderjung Tomb. It is on the pattern of Humayun’s Tomb. But it is far small in dimension.

We enjoyed our visit to our hearts’ content. Inside the monument there is a refreshment shop and restaurant. We bought snacks and cold drinks and enjoyed them on the vast velvety lawns. In the evening we returned home fully satisfied, happy and more enlightened.

I remember my first day at school. It was long ago. So do I remember my last day. They are very memorable days of my life. Parting is always sad and painful. And there were many other students who were sad and like me. We were all the students class XII. But at the same time we were happy became now our schooling was over. It marked a new beginning, a new hope and more challenging and interesting life. It had prepared well for the bored examination. I was confident to stand in merit. This too made me happy. Thus, there were mixed feelings. The state of mind was like that of sky with some clouds and bright sunshine. Life is like that. A farewell party was arranged for us in the school. It is a tradition to give a farewell party to the final class students when they leave for the board examination. The day was Monday. The weather was very pleasant. Winter was over and spring was about to set in. I was dressed in my best cloths. I reached the school in time. So it was my last day in the school, my alma mater. Other student had also arrived there. I met and shook hands with them. The school was beautifully and tastefully decorated. A small platform was raised. Soon we assembled for the farewell function. First of all there was a group photograph with the principal and the teaching staff. Then we reached the platform. On the platform sat the principal, vice principal and other members of the staff. The principal presided over the function. First there was a short cultural program by the students of XI class. It provided a good entertainment. Next , the students of XI class presented us roses on behalf of the school. Then a boy representing the XI class students came on the stage and delivered a short farewell speech in Hindi. It was full of great warmth, good wishes and affection. In reply the monitor of our class made a short speech on behalf of outgoing students.

Next followed the speeches and blessings of the teachers who had taught us with so much love, labour and care. After it our principal spoke in an emotional tone. He blessed us all, wished us bright career, success and happy future. His speech touched us all and our eyes become wet. There was thunderous clapping when he finished speaking.

In the end there was a nice party. In the hall there were many tables. They were full of snacks, sweets, fruits, cold and hot drinks. There were many students with trays full of eatables to serve the principal, the teachers and the outgoing students. I enjoyed it very much. Every thing was so fine, tasty and fresh. It was a very fine party. In my opinion, it was one of the best functions I had seen in our school. Finally, we took leave individually of our principal and teachers. They again blessed us and prayed for our bright success and career.

This was my last day in the school. A memorable and unforgettable day. I was full of emotions and my throat was choked for some time. I asked the forgiveness of the teachers for anything rude or unbecoming I had done knowingly or knowingly. Then, I walked out of the school with slow and somewhat heavy steps.

I usually get up early in the morning. I set the alarm at 5A.M and get up at once as soon as it starts ringing. But the other day I got up late. It was Friday morning. My mother was busy preparing my breakfast and lunch in the kitchen. She thought I was up and getting ready for the school in my room.

When I woke up it was already past six. I rushed to the toilet. I had my bath in great haste and almost gobbled up my breakfast. I ran to the bus-stop. There was no other student waiting for the bus. It took me no time to realize what had happened. I had missed the school bus. But I did not want to miss the school. On that day I had to participate in an inter class debate and a new lesson had to be begun.

Had I not overstayed in the birthday party of my friend that night. I would not have missed the bus. I could not take a lift on a two wheeler scooter because I had no helmet. A few days earlier helmet was made compulsory for the pillion rider.

I was in a fix. I did not know what to do. I had not brought money enough to pay to a three wheeler. And the school was about 10Km. form there. The local buses were over crowded. People were hanging outside. Some others were on the foot-board. But then I decided to board a bus. As soon as a bus stopped, I entered from the front door. The driver knew my problem and so did not object. I stood in a corner with my big school bag, water bottle and lunchbox.

Somehow I obtained a ticket. I passed on the fare to a passenger. He passed on to another, and he to yet another. It was a kind of relay race for a ticket. The conductor sent me the ticket in the same method. At every stop there were more passengers. Women passengers entered the bus. They were all from a slum colony and going on their domestic work. They were giving out a bad smell. It became difficult for me to breathe. I turned towards the window and had some deep breaths. I was squeezed between these ladies.

I heaved a sigh of relief when the bus stopped at my school bus stop. I jerked myself out. In the effort my school uniform got spoiled. However, I thanked my stars. The morning assembly was already over. The ten minutes of the first period were already past. The teacher was busy in teaching. Somehow, I managed to draw his attention and sought his permission to enter the class. He very kindly allowed me to enter and I almost slumped in my chair. For the next few movements my heart beat loudly.

Sunday is always welcome. It is a holiday, a day of rest, enjoyment and leisure. On this day I do not follow any fixed program and timetable. I do and enjoy things as they come. I mean everything depend on my mood and weather. The rest of the week I follow a set timetable. But on Sundays things changed for me. The clock does not have that much significance on these days.

It is said that God created the world in six days. On the seventh day he took rest. This day was Sunday. Sunday means Sabbath. God created man after his image. That is why man enjoys Sunday as the day of rest. Rest does not mean oldness. It means such activity which gives pleasure and entertainment. Nothing routine and for the sake of saving money.

The very word ‘Sunday’ has music in it. I love it because it means many pleasant, happy and merry things. On Sunday I get up late at leisure. There is no hurry, no haste. I have not to get up early in the morning at 5.30 A.M. as usual. My parents know it and does not awake me till it is breakfast time. On Sundays, I skip my morning tea. I have the bed at about 7 A.M, have a quick brushing of the teeth and wash up and then I go straight for breakfast. My mother always prepares something special for breakfast on Sunday. We take breakfast together. On other days I take my breakfast alone.

In the day I play cricket with my friends. If weather does not permit it, we enjoy playing chess indoors. Sometimes, I go to see a good movie in the company of my friends. Last Sunday we went on a picnic.

In the evening either I visit one of my friends or they come to my house. Sunday evening is spent in joyful and intimate conversation. We together enjoy cracking jokes, telling stories and anecdotes. We also exchange our experience on Sundays in the evening.

On Sundays I keep away from home-work and study of text books. I read magazines or a newspaper for entertainment. It is all light reading for pleasure alone. Sometimes, my elder sister comes with her two children -5 year son Hemant and 2 year daughter Avantika. Then, on such a Sunday I like to play with them. I enjoy so much being in their company. I recite shymes or tell them moral stories and fairy tales.

Thus, Sunday comes with a lot of freedom from routine. On this day I am guided more by impulse than by reason. It is a day of loveliness and leisure. Sometimes, there are other welcome guests. Then there is different type of program. However, I never wish that every day was a Sunday. It is attractive only because it is once a week affair.

Sundays work like a tonic and prepare me for coming labour and hard work. I cannot enjoy a Sunday well if I have not done well in the rest of the week. Then I feel that I have not earned my Sunday. Work and rest, both are essential. One is useless without another. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. But work is very natural, it is worship. Honest and sincere toil is holy service. No good labour is ever lost. We cannot work well without occasional rest and leisure. And rest and Sunday will be meaningless without work. Sundays make my work and studies pleasurable.

I am a student of a co-educational school. Co-education has been there in our school for the last many years. There are many co-educational schools in the city. It is no more a foreign system.

It is becoming increasingly popular day by day. In my class there are 35 students. Out of it 20 are boys and 15 girls. With the spread of education more and more girls are joining schools and colleges. It is a healthy sign.

Co-education has many advantages. It also has some disadvantages. But advantages are far greater than advantages. It is wrong to say that students neglect studies in co-education. My own experience shows that there is much more seriousness and devotion to studies in co-educational schools. There is a kind of healthy and desirable competition.

Every one tries to do his or her best. Students are more disciplined and orderly. There may be some exceptions. In the beginning, when co-education was introduced, there were some problems. But now it is quite normal. Every new system takes its own time to settle down. There is no undue sex attraction.

Co-education gives an early chance to boys and girls to know each other. It is very beneficial. Half the world is that of women. Co- education helps in their better understanding and appreciation. Later in life there is better cooperation and understanding between men women men and women as husbands and wives. Boys and girls educated and trained together make better citizens, parents and couples. Co- education provides them an early chance to know each other?s mental make-up and psychology. It also helps in removing such evils as dowry and prejudice against women.
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economically also co-education is best suited to our country. India is developing country. It is a vast country with a large population. The rate of literacy among women is very low, it is not possible for a country like India to have separate schools for girls. It means a lit of extra cost and expenses, separate schools also mean the need of double the number of trained teachers. India cannot afford it. At many places the number of girl students is not large enough to merit a separate school. It makes matter more uneconomical. Thus, co- education system avoids waste and affects economy.

The co- education also helps in making a right choice of partners in marriage. Girls become smart, intelligent and practical and can choose their own husbands. Or they can help the parents to take a right decision. A girl educated in a separate school is bound to be shy, timid and spineless. She cannot be as practical, bold and form in such matters as her sister educated in educated school.

There is no harm in educating girls and boys together. What is needed is a little more imagination, watchfulness and care. students in co- educational schools should be given more personal attention and care. They personal counseling and guidance. They should be given sex education but with care and caution. If proper care is taken there would be no harmful results.

Sometimes, students become over- conscious in matters of fashion in such schools. They pay undue attention to their personal looks. The students try to attract the attention of the opposite sex in this way. But it is not a very serious problem. It can be solved easily with tact. What is needed id that students should not be allowed to remain idle. There should be a lot of creative activity. And the teacher should be well trained in the psychology of boy and girl students.

There is no place like home. East or West home is the best. There are many phrases and sayings in praise of home and hearth.

They are true and based on long experience of life. They are really unfortunate who do not have their own house and home. A house is a shelter. It may be one?s own, taken on rent, permanent or temporary. It may be of wood, stones or bricks. But what makes a house a home is love, deep bounds of affection and a sense of belonging and togetherness.

It is good to have a house. But it is really great fortune to have a home, a sweet and warm home full of love and affection.

There are missions and millions of people who are homeless and house less.

I am really fortunate to have both. Our family is a small one. There are my parents, myself and a pet dog. It is a compact family. We love one another deeply. We are bound together in strong family bonds. Our pet dog Pintu is very much part of our family. We cannot think of the home without it. Pintu is so alert, watchful, loyal and devoted. He would never hesitate to sacrifice his life for our good.

My father strongly believes in one-child family norm. That is why I am only son of my parents. They treat Pintu, the pet dog as their second child. We live in a three-room DDA flat. It has two bed rooms, one dining-drawing hall, a big Kitchen, two big balconies and two toilets. It is quite enough for three of us. There is plenty of room and we have been very comfortable. The flat is on the first floor. Our neighbors are co-operative and decent people. Our home is like a castle for us. We feel quite safe and secure in it with Pintu with us.

The house is well furnished and decorated. The show case in the drawing room is big and tastefully made. It is full of many valuable articles and showpieces. There are some rare art-objects in the hall. My mother is very fond of flowers. They are always there in the vases, fresh, fragrant and colorful. We have all kinds of amenities of modern life. They include fridge, color TV, automatic washing machine, computer, microwave oven, car, music system etc.

I have my separate room. Pintu also sleeps in this room. He is a very good companion. There is a big study table with table lamp for my use. There is a small library. It has a collection of choicest books. There is an almirah in the wall. It serves as my war double. I have my own walkman, camera and a binocular. I use the walkman mainly to listen news bulletins. I use the walkman mainly to listen news bulletins. Sometimes I also enjoy classical and film music.

Our flat is airy, spacious and comfortable. In the winter there is lot of sunshine in one of the balconies. In front of the flat there is a large common park. It makes the site pleasing and valuable.
Children play there, elderly people walk and rest. There are some shady trees, flower plants and a lot of green grass. It is looked after by the welfare society of the colony. Our home is really a home, more so because it is so homely. I am proud of my hose and home.

Our late principal Shri Akshaya kumar has made a lasting impression on me. Unfortunately, he died in a road accident last year. He was highly qualified, experienced and mature. He was fifty years of age and yet looked young, energetic and vibrant. His tragic death shocked us all. The whole school was plunged in mourning for many days. Even today I cannot believe that he is no more. But who can deny the cruel fact. It was a great personal loss to me. He lives for ever in my memory.

Mr. Akshaya kumar was an exceptional person. He had many qualities of head and heart. He believed in simple living and high thinking. What he believed, he practice strictly. He also preached that. He was simple and yet very dignified. His intellectual and moral status inspired respect, for him from all those who came into his contact.

The strength of his character, the nobility of his heat were seen to be believed. His physical appearance, habits and charm reminded of ancient gurus and rishies. He had a rare poise and elegance. Whenever he addressed us, there was pin drop silence. We all listened him carefully and then tried to follow him in our own way. He could successfully carry us with him. His message was direct and to the point. He always emphasized on character-building, moral values and human kindness.

His knowledge was wonderful. He was a moving encyclopedia. He never believed in physical punishment. We could approach him any time for any problem. He helped many poor and deserving students from his own pocket. His magnetic personality and great learning have left a permanent impression on me. He was a very nice example to follow in so many things. The staff-members and teachers looked upon him as their own elder brother or father. He was a torch-bearer for them. He inspired them to work hard for the welfare of the students. During his principal ship, our school progressed by leaps and bounds. We all miss him so much. Recently his statue has been erected in the school premises. W3henever I pass by it, I bow automatically in reverence.

He was regarded, respected and followed by the students and teachers. It was because he had certain basic human qualities. These qualities raised him very high from the common people. yet he was never proud. He belief in God and goodness was rock-firm. He was a great admirer of Gandhiji and followed him in letter and spirit.

He was very kind hearted. His kindness extended even to plants and animals. He was against any king of violence. Once a pigeon was badly struck by a running fan. He immediately sent the bleeding bird to the bird hospital in Chandini Chowk, after treatment of a seek. How happy he was on the recovery of the bird?

He was always warm and responsive. He listened everyone patiently. He was never angry or irritated. He welcomed suggestions and advice. He saw that they were put into practice if found useful. He hated nothing but flattery, back-biting and lying. The memory and impression of him, as his name ?Akshaya? suggests, are for ever and ever.